Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.